Chapter Three _ Leaving The Life Behind

It was past 12 am in the middle of the night but Zaria brought out all her boxes and started packing her clothes into the boxes. She remembered to leave everything that Logan had bought for her and she couldn’t help but laugh upon realizing that Logan had only gotten her a gown and a pair of shoes ever since they got married.

They were supposed to attend a wedding as a couple and Logan had claimed that he didn’t want her to embarrass him so he had gotten his assistant to order a dress and pair of shoes for her. And of course, both the dress and shoe size were wrong and Zaria had never been uncomfortable the way she was that day in her entire life. She had to visit the restroom virtually every ten minutes to adjust her dress and check how badly bruised her feet were.

The wedding gift as well was left behind.

The thought made Zaria chuckle and she sat back on the bed staring at the now graveyard-like estate. Why she was in this kind of mess in the first place ran across Zaria’s mind.

She had met Logan when she was a kid and he had been her hero since then. She had dreamed of marrying him, being his wife even though she knew it was impossible but somehow the opportunity had presented it. She had also wanted to find out pieces of evidence of what had happened that night and since Logan was somehow involved in it; marrying him would also give her that opportunity. She had hoped that she would be able to make Logan finally fall in love with her else she would have never agreed to the marriage. The money was nothing to her.

But before her dreams could be realized, they were shattered right in front of her eyes. She not only didn’t get Logan to fall in love with her, but she also didn’t find any evidence of what happened that night, so, at the end of the day, there was no need to even stay there any longer.

The next morning, Zaria washed and dressed up pulling her packed boxes outside the house while the maids and butler watched but none of them stepped forward to stop her. Although they had only lived with Zaria for a year; they had never seen her like that, quiet as usual but the kind of aura she excluded scared them all into their wits.

Zaria chuckled as she pushed the door of Logan’s room open and her eyes flew through everything admiring the theme of the room. She could count the number of times she had stepped into his room ever since they got married. Logan hated people entering his space; just the same way she had thought that he was ice cold to everyone. She found out he was just like that to her only.

She placed the box and card in her hand on the table and took one more glance at the room before stepping outside the room. She walked down the stairs producing a pen from her purse before walking towards the seating room.

In the centre of the living room; table was a black file on the table and she flipped it open. Her eyes ran over the document and without hesitation, she scribbled her signature on it and slammed it shut. She refused to let the words on the file get to her. Rising to her feet; she walked out of the house with a sharp glint in her eyes. The driver opened the door for her and Zaria got in, She didn’t spare another look at the mansion as the car drove out of the compound. She picked up her phone and dialed a number. The other person picked up the first ring.

“As of this moment, I’m officially divorced, let’s get my things back”

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As soon as the driver drove into the mansion; Logan could feel a headache coming. He had thought of numerous ways to make Zaria divorce him quietly; Tricia had also come up with some nice suggestions as well. At the thought of Tricia, his lips curved upwards lightly.

But when he stepped into the house, it felt strangely empty, there was no Zaria running helter-skelter in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for him, or loud music playing in the background. Zaria always thought that songs were a huge motivation to cook so there was always a song playing whenever she was cooking. But there was practically no noise at all.

“James” he called and an older man came rushing into the seating room.

“Where’s Zaria?” Logan asked and the older man stared at Logan weirdly.

“She left” he replied and now it was Logan’s turn to stare at the old man weirdly.

“What do you mean she left?” Logan asked as his eyes flickered toward the black file on the table. He walked towards the table and picked up the file. Zaria’s impressive handwriting and signature smashed him back in the face.

“She signed this?” Logan asked in shock.

“Yes sir” James answered and Logan dropped the file in shock and bafflement.

“Call her,” Logan said, resting on one of the chairs and crossing his legs.

The butler was swift in bringing out his phone and placing a call across to Zaria. He placed the phone on the table and put it on the loudspeaker. The call was picked up on the third ring and Zaria’s clear voice rang in the room.

“Hello”

“I see you have signed the divorce papers. Send me your bank account details, and I’ll send you the hundred million compensation” Logan said sneering deep down. He knew Zaria way too well, she would never give up her rich woman’s life. It was probably the hundred million dollars’ alimony that made her sign it. The thought made him want to puke but Zaria’s next words made him freeze in place.

“I don’t need your stinking money” Zaria replied and promptly hung up,

Both the butler and Logan stared at the phone in a daze and extreme shock. Logan racked his brain and tried to remember when Zaria had ever spoken to me that way but nothing came up. Zaria had never ever raised her voice at him before, her voice was always quiet and soft. He refused to believe his ears.

“Call her again” he instructed, gulping quietly. The Butler reached out and pressed the call button.

‘This number is unavailable. Please try again later"

Logan chuckled and then chuckled again before rising to his feet. She had actually dared to block his number? She agreed to divorce him and didn’t want a dime from him and that should have made Logan happy but for some reason; he felt that there was something wrong somewhere. He turned and climbed the stairs heading for Zaria’s room.

As he expected the room had been emptied out and it looked even more empty than when Zaria moved in. The butler opened the wardrobe and Logan was shocked to find a gown hanging on the clothes rack and a pair of shoes beside it. He was quick to recognize it as the gown that he had bought for her when they had an important event to attend the year before.

“She left this?” Logan asked no one in particular and then sneered. The butler then dropped a box on the bed.

“She left this as well,” he said and Logan turned before freezing. They opened the box and everything was intact. This was the wedding gift that he had gifted her on their wedding, it was worth over a hundred million and a money grabber and poor nurse like Zaria would never leave this behind.

He walked out of the room and walked towards his room, pushing the door open; there was a box and card on his table. He swallowed his saliva opening the box and a flash of surprise spread through his face. He was quick to recognize the brand of the wristwatch he was holding and he was sure it would cost nothing less than hundreds of millions.

He turned to James who was standing behind him “Ask Phillip; there has been any kind of huge transaction on my account recently. About five hundred million to seven hundred million” Logan said and James nodded walking out of the room.

Logan placed the box back on the table and picked up the card beneath it. He flipped it open and there were only a few words in it.

Happy Birthday, my love.

There were lots of hearts next to it and with how messy they were painted; Logan didn’t have to think about how excited or happy she must have been when drawing it.

“Mr. Phillip said there has barely been any kind of transaction on your account for the past five months,” James said walking back into the room.

“In fact, the card was only used twice. To buy a cup of coffee and use it at a supermarket. Both transactions spent just a little over five hundred dollars” James added and Logan blinked his eyes trying to process the information he had just gotten.

If Zaria barely used the card that he gave her, how was she able to get everything she had? A wristwatch costing over four hundred million dollars?

Where did she find the money? All kinds of thoughts ran through Logan’s mind and he turned to James swiftly.

“Did she say where she was going?” Logan asked and James shook his head.

“No sir” he replied and Logan rubbed his forehead trying to think.

“Find her. I want to know where she went” Logan commanded. He found it hard to describe why he was bothered in the first place. He had wanted her out of his life and finally, she was gone but something just didn’t feel right. And as a businessman, Logan knew something not feeling right meant there was something not right.